05-15-2018, 06:56 PM
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Bastille grinned slowly in response to her weak effort to clean off some of the flour -- she failed, naturally -- and had to admit that he was entertained by her being the uncomfortable one here. He'd spent her first couple of weeks here walking on eggshells around her, worried about spooking her again and feeling horrendously guilty for the first time, but he seemed to have relaxed and dissolved straight back into his usual nonchalant ways. In his mind, he'd proven she had no reason to be afraid of him; that was enough to set him at ease, and at this point her embarrassment was just funny.
He snorted as Arion nipped at him, unbothered, and simply nudged the colt back in retaliation. He took a bite of his cookie before surrounding the other half to the Thoroughbred -- a peace offering -- and offered Hazel a smirk at her response, not at all surprised that she'd taken a few attempts to make her cookies. He wasn't sure why she struck him as a terrible baker, but she did. He got the acute impression that she was much better with normal delicacies, food that you could guess at and adjust as you went, as opposed to something as precise as baking (where one wrong measurement fucked everything up).
At Suite's indication, and Margy's subsequent burst, his attention dropped to her arm. He hadn't even noticed the burn, distracted by her flustered expression, and Bastille scowled at the burn. There was a brief temptation to grab her arm for further investigation, but he resisted -- he'd seen her shy away from contact once, and wasn't going to try again. He scowled even more at Hazel's dismissal, and pointed out, "Waiting to do it later is going to make it worse, you know." He was already taking one of the trays away from her, passing it off to Margy without so much as notice, and continuing, "Quit being stubborn and go fix that. I'm pretty sure we can keep the cookies away from Arion for five minutes."
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]